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The billionaire finished his alcohol and pouted. There was nothing in this room but the cheap table he was currently seated at and a large, metal door that was bolted shut about a hundred times over. He looked around the room, trying to find the most friendly cell mate.
The god in the corner was out of the question - it's really hard to forgive someone for throwing you out of a window after you offered them a drink.
The pirate across from him seemed a little spazzy, playing with his beaded dreadlocks and mumbling about a jar of dirt. Who the hell got emotional over a jar of dirt?
The smug fellow behind him seemed to be taking a little too much enjoyment out of observing the rest. The billionaire wondered what was going through that guy's head, but soon decided he really didn't want to know.
The wierdo with the rule book was an automatic no. The philanthropist could already feel the headache he would get from engaging in conversation with him.
That left the kid with the Rubik's Cube. He turned slightly to face said kid. "How's that cube coming?"
The physicist didn't even blink. "Assuming you're not blind, you can see exactly how it's coming."
The philanthropist snorted at the reaction but pressed on. "So what do you do for a living, kid?"
The physicist finally looked up. "I'll have you know that I am not a kid. I am twenty-five (1) years old and as for your inquiry, I am a theoretical physicist."
"A physicist, huh? What's your name?"
"Sheldon Cooper. Who are you?" Sheldon paused, really looking at the man. "You're Tony Stark!"
Tony nodded, grinning.
Sheldon stared, wide-eyed and awe-struck. "The Tony Stark? As in Iron Man?"
Tony nodded again. "The one and only."
Sheldon's breathing quickened as he dropped the cube. "I am locked in a room with the real Tony Stark!" He began fanning his face, very much resembling a teenage girl meeting her celebrity crush.
The God of Mischief in the corner snorted. What was the big deal? So he ran around in a metal suit, shooting aliens and drinking alcohol. He was just a step away from conquering Earth - where were his fans?
The strange man with the rule book turned his chair to face the others. "I'm afraid I haven't heard of you."
Sheldon stared again, borderline hyperventilating. "You're Spock!"
Spock raised an eyebrow- though you couldn't really tell- and nodded. "Yes, I am."
Sheldon continued fanning himself before falling unconscious.
"That's different," Tony remarked. "I'm used to teenage girls having that reaction, not grown men."
(1) It sounded like a good age for him. I don't know how old he is.